#granny's writing

[grandmother-goblin]

Granny's BG3 FanFiction Masterlist

Just a one-stop-shop for my fics since I keep losing track of them on Tumblr.

Astarion x Tav

Field Study: NSFW, Astarion's POV, ongoing multichapter fic, a character study of Astarion as he navigates his newfound freedom and falling in love.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14

Asking Nicely: NSFW, Astarion's POV, Field Study Excerpt, 5k words, Cas asks very nicely to give Astarion a blow job.

His Most Willing Prey: NSFW, Astarion's POV, Field Study Excerpt, 4.9k words, Primal Play, Predator/Prey Sex.

Savoring The Sunrise: NSFW, Astarion's POV, 2.6k words, Morning Sex.

When Soap Isn't Enough: SFW, Astarion's POV, 2.4k words, Hair Washing.

Just Watch the Fireworks: NSFW, Reader's POV, 2.3k words, Exhibitionism.

Savory and Sweet: SFW, Astarion's POV, 4.1k words, Comfort and cuddling.

Gale x Tav

Simple Magic: NSFW, Gale's POV, 7.3k words, Dom/Sub.

The Best Kind of Gift: NSFW, Gale's POV, 5.2k words, Breeding Kink.

Wyll x Tav

Enough Time for Us: NSFW, Reader's POV, two parter, you and Wyll have a discussion about getting intimate sooner rather than later.

Halsin x Tav

Apotheosis: NSFW, Dual POV with Halsin and Tav, ongoing multichapter fic, Halsin tries to figure out how his and Zilvira's relationship went wrong before it ever really started.

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3

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List of my works in progress, and upcoming fics, are below the cut! Feel free to send any suggestions my way for what you'd want to see and I'll see if I can squeeze something in!

Works In Progress

Beachfront Brunch: (SFW) Gale x Female!Tav, Gale's POV - Gale arranges a lovely brunch by the beach to introduce his new fiancee, Sarana, to his mother.

Juggling: (SFW) Wyll x Female!Tav, Wyll's POV - Wyll takes a moment to talk to Juniper after a tense argument between Astarion, Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Juniper about her leadership abilities.

Enough Time for Us (Part 2)

Apotheosis (Chapter 4)

[lgbtlunaverse]

the wangxian + a-yuan "dads with an adopted son" thing is fine and enjoyable in fanfics honestly but I think we as a fandom are really not utilizing the idea of all of them in unconventional familial structures enough. Like, canonically it wasn't so much that wwx was a-yuan's guardian as that a-yuan was being raised collectively by the wens and wwx was adopted INTO the larger wen family. And lwj got attached to him through that. A-yuan just has these very attached weird uncles/older cousin figures that aren't related to him by blood at all but keep sticking around.

Just think of a modern AU with a lot less death where lwj does as he does in canon and keeps showering a-yuan in gifts as much as he can and when wwx is like "aiyah lan zhan you're gonna spoil him. Not everyone is as rich as you! What's his family supposed to say if they can't buy him all the stuff you do?" lwj just goes "Hm". And from then on out every year once a-yuan's birthday is near the extended Wen family members (well. the ones that are invited that is. No one wants wen chao at a birthday party) wakes up to a wechat payment from lwj.

Random wen cousin number 6 texts granny like

cousin 6: i just got 400 yuan????

granny: oh that's just wangji

cousin 6: i've never met this guy in my life???

granny: he wants you to buy a-yuan a nice birthday present!

cousin 6: how does he know my bank account???

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

evan and regulus frolicking like they're frotting in bed making out sloppy style about to fuck to the sounds of their boyfriends fighting outside

jfkdkfkdkf STOOPPP (this escalated, NSFW)

Regulus comes back into the living room, mug of steaming tea in hand and he rolls his eyes as soon as he, too, hears James and Barty where they're still out on the balcony arguing, cigarettes long stubbed out in the ashtray.

Evan grins, lifting the blanket as Regulus lets himself plop down and snuggles into his side.

“What’s it about this time?”

Evan snorts, nuzzling the black curls behind Regulus’ ear, “You think I know?”

Regulus shakes his head, like a disappointed old grandpa and Evan’s grin widens.

Outside, Barty makes an incredulous noise, half rising from his chair before he sits back down, trying to talk over James’ continuous arguing.

Regulus makes a soft groan in irritation, tipping his head back against Evan's shoulder. There’s a triangle of moles right under the hinge of his sharp jaw, teasing Evan to put his mouth to good use.

“It’s never nothing with the two of them,” Evan murmurs, warm breath ricocheting off Regulus’ skin and back at him.

It makes Regulus tilt his head back down, eyes narrowing and searching for something in Evan’s expression. He hums a little, sinking lower into the cushions and Evan’s embrace.

“Think we should keep ourselves busy, don’t you?” Evan says, catching Regulus’ eyes skipping down to his lips, “Who knows how long they'll be at it this time.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything but he tips his chin up and he lets Evan hook one of his legs over his lap without fuss. Evan watches the line of his throat move when he swallows, “You smell like lemons.”

“And limes,” Evan corrects with a grin. “You're off your game, whiskers. Something distracting you?”

Regulus’ slack expression slips into a glower and Evan chuckles, bumping their noses together. “I spooned some of Barty’s protein yogurt after dinner when he wasn’t looking, too busy nagging at James while they were doing the dishes.”

Regulus snakes a hand under Evan’s t-shirt, caressing the skin, “’s it taste anything good?"

The tiny devil on Evan’s shoulder does a little happy spin, “Why doesn’t the chef try for himself?”

Evan happily swallows the little pant betraying Regulus’ indifference before their lips connect.

He doesn't even have to goad him, their tongues nudging immediately as Regulus eagerly parts his mouth.

It's a wet slide of lips and Regulus’ short nails digging a little desperately into the side of Evan’s ribs when he sucks Regulus’ lower lips between his teeth.

James lets out a loud string of spanish curses outside, slamming a fist into what must be the metal of their balcony railing and Regulus sucks in a breath against Evan’s cheek and oh, is Evan having fun on this beautiful Friday night.

More kissing, hands grabbing and shucking away clothes and when Evan tugs Regulus closer by the hip he makes an entirely too sweet needy noise that goes straight to Evan’s cock.

They keep licking into each others’ mouths, Barty’s and James’ aggravated voices a quiet muffle in the background, and Regulus keeps making these little noises, squirming in place and adjusting his hold on Evan again and again, fingers clenching and unclenching and Evan can’t help himself but grin into the kiss.

It disrupts their rhythm and Regulus makes a complaining grunt that tells Evan he’d roll his eyes right now if he wasn’t currently busy eating Evan’s face off.

He’s so cute Evan wants to take a fucking bite out of him.

Or maybe finger him until he squirts all over the couch.

Evan gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek and then works his way down his neck and Regulus is restless, shifting around and then his fucking knee slides over where Evan is rock hard and he stutters out a truely embarrassing groan for it being a fucking knee.

But Regulus is an angel because he moans in response and slides his fingers into Evan’s bleached curls like it’s second nature whenever he needs something to hold onto.

“Evan,” Regulus speaks up, voice husky and eyes a little glassy when Evan lifts his head to look.

“Reg?” Evan says sweetly, cocking his head, before he goes back to the mark he was about to suck into the pale expanse of his throat.

“I’m– mgh,” Regulus swallows, out of breath, “Can you—”

Evan’s lips twitch into another smile, “Huh? Pardon, I can’t hear you, bébé.”

Regulus huffs but he makes another obscene noise when Evan trails his fingers up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where Evan already knows he wants him.

Another of his complaining noises—Evan lets out a snicker against the soft skin and gets a shiver in response—and then, “Want your fingers.”

“Want my fingers, love?” A gentle bite into the tendons of his neck.

Regulus arches, nodding against the cushions, “Please.”

And who is Evan to deny a polite plea as sweet as that of his lover?

Regulus’ sweats, that are actually Barty’s, get discarded. He isn’t even wearing any boxers, nom de dieu, and then Evan is slipping the tip of his middle finger through where Regulus is sinfully slick.

He throws his head back with a moan that Evan feels reverberating down his spine and then Regulus is looking at him with big, silver eyes. Wide and needy and dark brows furrowed and, fuck, so fucking wet for him Evan simply slips in two fingers at once.

And maybe he shouldn’t have. Honestly, should have taken it easy—Usually he’s the last out of the four of them to lose his patience but with Regulus looking at him like that?

Evan presses their lips together, heated and rough, and Regulus welcomes him happily. Makes a high-pitched noise when Evan curls his fingers before starting a slow pace of pumping in and out, thumb drawing slow, teasing circles around his cock.

Suddenly there’s a sharp noise from outside, one of their garden chairs scraping against the tiles of the balcony and then the door flings open.

“—the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

“If I’m gonna have to listen to your fucking bullshit only one more second I’ll start to get violent, B. Reg is still pissed we didn’t get the blood stains out of the—”

“Fuckin’ pussy. I told you to– oompf,” the sound of someone walking into another body, “James?”

“Shut up.”

“You- fuck you. I’ll—”

“B, look.”

“—fucking destroy you, P- oh.”

Evan peeks over the back of the sofa to see James and Barty standing dumbly in the middle of their living room, expressions slack and balcony door wide open behind them. He crooks his fingers again and Regulus whines brokenly, throwing his head back, mouth parting in a perfect little o and Evan watches James eyes bulge behind his glasses and Barty’s tongue lolling out.

Can’t help himself when he grins menacingly, tilting his head and thumbing over Regulus’ cock again, making the man beside him arch.

“I- you seeing this, Crouch?”

“You fucking bet I am, Jamie.”

“Since when have they- How long were we out there?”

“Dunno but I do know I’m not missing another second of this. Budge up, Rosier. You’re going to get your dick sucked so good.”

“Fine with me as long as you do it ass up,” James murmurs lowly, “Gonna fuck that wrong opinion right out of you.”

Barty scoffs a laugh, “You wish.”

“Then dibs on Regulus riding me.”

“You—”

Evan shakes his head and chases the delectable noise slipping out of Regulus when he slips in a third finger.

[imamwolf]

Another new fic! This time, adapted from one of my ficlets for @bixels @tulliok and @maplewozapi grand galloping 20’s au! please check out all these lovely people <3

[klm-zoflorr]

Okay, okay, so listen up:

Season 1 Jon listens to the tape Gertrude left for her remplacement

BUT that by itself is no fun. So since I cannot take anything seriously ever, lets introduce a complication where he is and will remain a skeptic for the next 4 seasons. Along with the OG archives crew. They see clear proof of the supernatural and shrug it off as "well, I don't have my glasses on/kind of foggy out there/i'm high/didn't take my meds/whatever those weird explanations s1 jon kept coming up with.

Nobody ever dies, Sasha escapes the not-them on virtue of being the coolest person around and doesn't stop a moment to think too hard on it

They see their boss holding a bloody pipe next to a corpse and go oh gee elias watch out theres a dead body behind you. He almost wants them to try and get him arrested.

When the time for the Unknowing comes Jon's just like, welp, time to go set up some C4 in a random wax museum as some form of domestic terrorism team building activity. He just thinks his WEIRD but not-supernatural-at-all job consists of standing around and go all the weird places Elias tells him to for no discernable reason.

Melanie is the only one who seems to be immune to this terminal brain rotting disease (well, except for all the other monsters). She keeps trying to convince them it's all real, stab Elias and save the world. They just treat her as another crackpot conspiracy theorist. It drives her up the absolute WALL and tbh it's starting to make Elias question his grasp on reality too because HOW ARE THEY THAT OBLIVIOUS IS THIS A PLAY WHAT IS THE TRICK

[ringosmistress]

[rockethorse]

Mid-Century Burst | CC-Free

A tricky little shell challenge that you can get some use out of too! Tried to dig into some 70s inspo for the exterior on this one. This is 2 bed, 1 bath, fully-furnished and CC-free. Because of the limited size of the main shell, I added a detached garage with an apartment on top, which adds +1 studio bedroom and +1 bathroom.

The TS4 shell challenge I used for this lot was called "BubbleShell3" on the gallery from the ID "bubblesisgaming". I'm also playing around with using random palette generators for room inspo, this time from ColorHunt. It's been fun and I recommend using it to get out of your comfort zone!

Download Mid-Century Burst @ SFS

[foodsies4me]

Basically the rookies appearing in Alec room to introduce the new smol downworlder who join the orphanage in bridges

Magnus: how come he get first introductions 😟 (I still don’t like him? 🥹)

Does this fit into the Bridges timeline? Nope. Was it such a cute prompt I still had to write it? Absolutely! So say hello to Kaylie, if everything goes well she should not make a reappearance.

By now, Alec has grown used to the familiar tingle in the air when one of the rookies sneaks into his room. He can distinguish Madzie’s Bubbles from Little Max’s pops and Shan’s sparkles from Sorcha’s static. The tingle of their magic has grown as familiar as the creaks that followed his trainees sneaking in. Like his trainees' creaks, the small tingles are enough to wake him, his mind latching on to the sensation and feeling the air for any signs of distress - sniffles, hiccups, or rapid breaths. Or, in this case, the unfamiliar tingle that Alec doesn’t recognize. Pushing himself out of his bed, Alec is greeted with Little Max’s familiar blue horns and Ali’s fiery, orange eyes. He can make out Shan’s glittering antlers and Yara’s flaming hair. He doesn’t recognize the two mantis-like arms and the row of needle-like plates that stick out of a small, thin back. “Yes?” Alec asks, looking at the unexpected newcomer and then back at Little Max who’s crawling into his bed. “Did something happen? Where’s Granny Lee?” “Granny Lee is sleeping. We didn’t want to wake her up,” Cylia explains. She places her hand on the newcomer’s shoulders, pushing her forward with a word of encouragement that is met with an unsure frown. In his sleep-addled mind, it doesn’t occur to him to introduce himself until Cylia mentions Kaylie had a nightmare. But then Kaylie sniffles, insect-like claws trying to wipe tears out of small eyes and Alec reacts in the only way he knows. Slowly, as to not startle the small child, Alec draws Kaylie into a hug. He helps her dry her tears, while the other kids make themselves comfortable in his bed and Alec can already picture the unimpressed look Granny Lee is going to give him in the morning. Putting that thought aside for now, Alec concentrates on the young girl. She's frightfully thin, her cheeks sunken in and her eyes hollowed with eyebags. Ali tells him Magnus brought her to the orphanage four days ago, which would explain why Ragnor and Granny Lee told him to stay clear for the week. Wherever she lived before, it's clear she wasn't treated well there. Looking around the room for any distractions, Alec's eyes fall on the book Magnus had loaned him all those weeks ago. He looks back at Kaylie, looks at the desperate way she tries to hide her arms and the plates on her back, and, knowing he'll regret it come morning, Alec still asks Ali to bring him the book. "Do you want me to read you a story?" He asks Kaylie as the lights on his bedframe magically light up. Kaylie looks at the book, likely noticing the warlocks drawn on the cover, all showing their warlock marks proudly, and then back at him. She nods. Smiling, Alec slides back until his shoulders are resting against the bedframe. He then invites her to join him, propping up a long cushion she can sink her spikes into before he cracks the small picture book and begins to read. "Hooray you're a warlock and a warlock is a fun person to be-"

[whumpfish]

So, I have been in a very long, very hot shower because I hurt like a bitch, and I think I have narrowed down the basis of my major whump pet peeve, and I'm going to be using my pet fav series Word of Honor to do it.

You cannot survive sustained/chronic/severe pain if you don't develop a relationship with it. The first couple episodes of Word of Honor aren't about Zhou Zishu x Wen Kexing, they're about Zhou Zishu x Zhou Zishu's pain/condition. And that latter relationship continues to evolve and stay at the forefront on a parallel path to the development of the former.

He saddles himself with this thing as penance, because when he makes that decision, he believes that being crippled is "a fate worse than death." And then he goes on living, and discovers that life goes on, so he makes an increasingly-less-guarded peace with it. So when he meets Wen Kexing and Gu Xiang, he's doing his own thing, enjoying the good parts of what remains of his life even though his condition remains at the forefront, and will for the rest of the series. He's integrated it into his life to such an extent that Gu Xiang readily dubs him "Sick Man."*

That's what gets my goat every time: whumpees that aren't allowed to develop a relationship with their pain and are instead thrust into relationships with "caretakers" who don't do much more than provide warm blankets and snuggles and therapy-approved conversation on demand, and be "heartbroken" over how broken and pathetic the whumpee is in their eyes. Because the reality is that the relationship with pain has to be established before any other relationships can go anywhere.

Pain/illness kills relationships. People leave. They just do. It becomes too much of a bother to make changes to their own lives, and they jet.** And it's just you and your pain/condition until you can find the few truly good people who will give you love and reasonable help. You have to develop a relationship with it. It's your new roommate for the rest of your life.

You and your pain are going to be in the wars. You're going to get mad and scream and throw things at it. You're going to resent it for being the only one who's there with you every day. You're going to think about all the shit you can't do anymore, and you'll be frustrated to tears.

But eventually - if you're allowed - you make peace. You stop hating your roommate for holding you back from parties, you just find someone who can drive you home, or stay in with you. You'll find other people who have the same kind of roommate, and then you'll all get along.

And if you are very, very, galactically, fictionally lucky, you find a partner who will help you stand your ground against life and what your roommate pain has made of it. This is what happens in Word of Honor.

Wen Kexing is by no stretch Zhou Zishu's perma-caretaker, or "Caretaker" in the sense that plagues new wave whump. But he cares, and offers what help he can, when he can, without hovering and without kid gloves. He looks for a cure earnestly but without coddling or pitying Zhou Zishu for being a Sick Man. It's a more honest and realistic portrayal of someone ill/disabled and someone not who loves them than I've seen anywhere else.

My relationship with my pain is ongoing and continues to evolve. It takes things from me, but it gives me things, too. My love of whump, the Pain Genre, is one of those things. Whenever my pain spikes like this, my tolerance for fluff in the whump zone plummets, so just know that whenever you get ornery meta from me, my pain and I are sitting around having wine (gingerbeer, can't have wine with the new meds, thanks a lot pain) and bitching.

The reason there's no good chronic pain rep outside of WOH is that characters are not being allowed to develop relationships with their pain, and are only allowed to have relationships with other things and people, and those relationships are inevitably trainwrecks, or insultingly unrealistic and saccharine, because an entire segment of the character's life and personality and identity is being masked or exploited instead of embraced. So let your whumpee have a relationship with their pain/conditions/traumas. Chronic pain/illness havers the world over will thank you.

[grandmother-goblin]

Why am I like this?

[lovewanxian]

Sect leader Granny

Upon her death, Granny Wen ends up time traveling 15 or so years back in time, to before the Dancing statue goddess could attack. With knowledge of everything that will happen unless she does something to change the future, Granny Wen decides to take up her birthright: to be the sect leader of the Wen. Her younger brother was Wen Rouhan’s father and he stole the throne from her when they were younger. She didn’t fight back because she wanted to be a doctor, not deal with politics, but now she regrets it. 

Wen Rouhan falls sick in a “mysterious illness” (after all, as a healer she knows All about poisons) and when he dies she is there to take the throne. His sons are too young to rule and there are no other close relatives except her own children. She becomes sect leader Wen and brings her family of healers to the capital to start rehabilitating the snake pit that is the Qishan Wen by having them learn from the Dafan Wen. 

Remembering Wei Wuxian’s tales of his times as an orphaned street kid in Yiling, she also goes there and brings him home. She has her children adopt him as their son Wen Wuxian and he grows up with Wen Ning and Wen Qing as his siblings. Granny Wen encourages his genius and he becomes fantastic with talismans and cultivation and also learns some medicine. He and Wen Qing are invention buddies and he and Wen Ning train archery together - and with Wen Ning never hurt by the dancing statue he can cultivate with Wen Wuxian. Wen Xu and Wen Chao gets forcefully taught kindness and humility and become decent people. 

Granny Wen encourages the creation of connections between the Wens and other clans (and very closely monitors the Jins, prepared with some “medicine” for Jin Guangshan if it turns out to be necessary). So she sends her grandchildren to the Cloud Recesses where they meet the Lans and the Jiang. Wei Wuxia and Lan Wangji fall in love, as is destined, and Granny soon has a betrothal drawn up for them. They nighthunt and help the common people and live with no regrets. They never adopt A-Yuan, for Granny Wen’s younger child, his parent, never dies, but he is Wen Wuxian's baby cousin and they gladly babysit him instead. And they adopt a dozen other children as their own.

There is no war, there is no genocide. Granny Wen dies peacefully of old age, satisfied with her accomplishments. Wen Qing becomes an amazing doctor and she will be an amazing Sect leader in the future, with two little brothers to help her lead the Wens to an ever brighter future. All is well. 

[ai-higurashi]

I think all the triplets have, accidentally or on purpose, called Beakley "granny" at one point or another.

Louie is the first one to slip up and it's like calling the teacher "mom". Beakley doesn't comment on it but if Scrooge notices she's happier than usual afterwards despite acting as normal as possible, no he didn't <3.

Webby is ecstatic about it each and every time .

[eebie]

i cant keep it hidden any longer

[dozydawn]

uncovered the journal i kept at 17

that was my handwriting sober & then after half a bottle of barefoot pinot grigio... written while watching kenneth branagh’s hamlet (1996)

my favorite quotes are “WHY does it keep skipping?!?!” (about the pirated copy i’m watching) and “I can’t believe it’s only 9:20 am pm. The Ramen noodles I just ate were amazing. Aw! Hamlet hugging Ophelia was so cute!” (then i say how it reminds me of my ocs, ugh)

at another point in the diary i mention drinking vodka & powerade before anthropology class to “take the edge off” ... i don’t even drink now & haven’t since high school

[cosmicrhetoric]

indira varma's carpe jugulum is honestly the best audiobook ive listened to in recent memory. or maybe ever lol. i have never listened to someone read aloud two pages (two very good pages like I remember reading them and going woah) of internal narration and genuinely been like send this shit to the STAGE this should be a monologue this should be performed